Showing posts with label hurt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hurt. Show all posts

Sunday, 17 April 2011

This exhibition saved my life (or at lease my love!)...

"Friedrich Kunath: The most beautiful WORLD in the WORLD"
at Hoxton Square (15th April - 4th June 2011) quite possible changed my life. It was another one of those moments (again) when something just clicks and what you are doing at that very time means SO much. It is beautiful. I can't say how it has saved everything but it has. Just the atmosphere?
I must say I was very impressed with the exhibition as a whole. I loved it. I am not saying I loved the art though. Yes some of it was brilliant I couldn't stop staring or listening but it isn't my normal sort of thing. I like the normal white space but it has black walls and a brown carpet? White Cube? ! No!
I just think the art is so right. So human. So touching. We love. We loose. We are alone. We see beauty. We see joy. We learn. We are alone. We remember. We forgive. .We see. We are alone. We reject. We are rejected. We see beauty. We see pain. We are alone. Solitude can be beautiful.

 I was sitting on a sofa (in the exhibition) and I started crying. At first it was pain but then I started noticing things hearing things and these beautiful words seemed to come out of nowhere. They expressed everything. I stayed sitting. ... till the exhibition closed and I was asked to leave but I left calm, happy, motivated, clear and inspired.

SUMMER IS NEARLY HERE.

Upstairs there is a boy gazing out of a window at stars. We are so small. The world is so beautiful. This exhibition was completion.

Saturday, 9 April 2011

Black hole

You fucked your little sister when she was way too young to understand. You sucked her innocence away without warning her or stopping to think that what you were doing would cause her to die and bleed her soul of beauty. Her world went black. She used to cry to the stars because the city was grey but now your thirst had fucked out any last light. Her crimson blood lay tied up in bonds of  dark lies and inky shadowy spectres haunted her hell. She didn't understand how this dark snake had managed to swallow her whole and with your vicious blows digested her truth until she didn't want to know anymore. This black hole is endless and there us no chance of lightness. Tunnels of dark gloom stifle her throat and strangle her joy. The sun in pointless. She had nothing left. No return to life away from your mangled cunt.

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Monday, 25 October 2010

the raven

Darkness
Starkness
Coldness
Shattered motions, notion ... hard emotions
Shivering surrender of hope
Sucked up by you suffocating dope
Blurred bereavement
ready for a bloody beginning
All is lost
A heart obliterated by ravens repeating
Evermore
Evermore
Evermore.

Monday, 4 October 2010

surreal dreams or reality?.. and the case of the stabbed heart....

I always have vivid dreams.. always have (hopefully - because what would life be without them?) always will! Even so, recentley my dreams have taken a far more obvious turn. My daily life is all too apparent. Every night without fail my dreams are heavily linked to my reality providind a macabre twist on the real and presenting the worrying question of why? ... Is my brain fnding the every day too hard to handle? or is my conscious and subconscious intertwining evermore into a world filled of madness.
Anyway mostly these dreams have been interesting/ disturbung / odd but perhaps usual/ handleable / not that affecting but one of them is sending my mind on a turn for the worst. This however may not be the dreams fault but the reality. ..
Ok so now for the case of the stabbed heart. I live very near an extrememlet large sainsbury's and visit it nearly every day. There is an archway that you walk through to get to it. I walk through this archway normally battling heaps of people, tramps, rain... ok it is not the nicest of places but a couple of day ago I was walking through and there on the grate beside me was a heart. A very large real hear onnected to several other organs from god knows what. It lay on the gate dripping blood looking like this great heaving mes and in the centre sicking up out of it was a knife, a silver knife. Now the heart didn't suprise mett much thre are llotsof halal butcer around and I frequently see trucks full of carcsses and here the meat knives grinding bones. All teh same it was a stomach churning view and I quickly hurried by hoping it would be cleared up. However, this image is haunting me! The next day it was still there (yesterday) and I seemed to be the only one that noticed it, a big puddle of bloody rain around it. It seems so symbolic, the question is raised is it really symbolic? Is this a message? Who knows but to me it seems an incredibly bad omen!
Anyway last night was a tough one. The fire alarms jammed and they wouldn't sto. My sleep was broken and frequent and I had many dreams all obviously connected to my day. The wierdest and most haunting however was one hard to describe. I was in a world though surrounded by vains and throbbing muscles and membranes thy wher alive and swallowing peopleup. Thehart ws spreading with all it's sinewy tissue everywhere and was a thing of great fear. Cannibals reighned and people walked about like zombies. I was on some kind of quest that I cannot remember clearly but one things for sure. This heart is affecting me. I can't go to sainsbury's, I cant stop thinkning about it, I feel contantly nervous sick and on the edge and have a strong sense of impending doom. I am even beginning to question whether it was ever actually there?
.... After all impailed hearts wouldn't exactly be all that alien to me. My art having a strong link which I do not fully understand....

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Repeated...

Brother fucker
Blood cutter
Hater
Traitor
Open broken scars and
Push it in
Twist and stab
Hit her hard
Held tight
We’re up for a fight.
Sins are wins
Stab the eyes with moans and cries
Waiting for a time when love becomes a crime.
Rape is desire
Sisters are physical
Stimulation
Nervous system
Sending shudders through your skin
Ripping
Slashing
Reaching in.
Darkness deeper than desire
Passion burning amber fire.
Strangled though
Suffocating silence
Kiss the snake
Do not wake.
Dreams more apparent than it seems
Visionary incarnation
Immaculate misconception.
Re birth in the purest sense
Whiteness stained by crimson rain
Bloody scream releases pain.

Whoever said that love was sane?

Beating hearts joined in one
A way to learn let it burn.
Godly status
Transcendent high
Hear it now
Immortal cry

Thursday, 3 June 2010

people

Is rather upset and confused to be honest. Maybe irrationally.I don't know it seems rather odd but hten it was obviously going to make me feel uneasy.

But then at least my mind isn't so irrational as to have a reason or a need to shoot harmless people.
Everytime something happens like this there are many sides to the story. The awfulness for the people who have had their lives cut short, the horrible torment for their familes but what about the killer. What possible pain could they have been in?
We as mere people are so fragile. Our emotions hurt us too much and we take that pain and it turns and affects our behaviour. Maybe our minds are too advanced for the stupid situations we find ourselves in. The feeling is far more powerful than the situation and it is so harmful.
Few people are so strong. Few people take everything in their stride. WQe can;t tiptoe around the world but just pray that we can remain on top of things.

A moment to think about those killed, the families and the killers in all mass shootings.

Maybe we should re- read I think we need to talk about kevin